I'm sure you've heard a lot about unrequited love, but what if I say there exists an unwilling love, hidden somewhere between the echoes of silence and the whispers of the heart's secrets? A love that fights to stay buried, yet yearns to be discover...
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"Assalamualaikum!" Yusra greets him excitedly her cheeks pulled up due to the being spread into a wide grin, as she spots him drawing near.
He acknowledges her with a brief nod heart pounding inside his chest with every step he took forward.
"I'm quite disappointed, Api. You should have called to let us know you were in town. You are definitely coming home with me," she scolds Fatima. "If we hadn't bumped into each other by chance, I wouldn't even have known you were here." Yusra firmly clasps Fatima's hand in her own. "Daniyal, you too? I thought we were friends?" Knitting her eyebrows she says.
Fatima turns to Daniyal, her expression urging him to respond because she didn't have any plausible explanation for it. "Well, you see, we're in a bit of a rush. We have to head back tomorrow morning, so we didn't really have the time to consider it," he tries to lay down as an explanation.
Her eyelids droop as she shakes her head vigorously. "I don't care," she declares. "Both of you are coming with me. Mom will be so happy to meet you guys."
Zumar, who had been boring eyes at Yusra throughout the exchange, nudges her to which she turns and is reminded that she is amidst different plans. "I'll stay at yours some other time I promise" She whispers dumping the bags that belonged to Zumar into her hands without sparing a moment for her to respond she grabs Fatima's arm and is out of the area towards the door.
"She is so chaotic" Zumar mumbles looking at her figure hurrying out and dragging a whining Fatima along with her.
"That she is" Daniyal replies.
"I'm Zumar, by the way."
"The Mickey or the Goofy?" He asks in a slight teasing tone and Zumar's cheeks flush with a warm shade of orange at the embarrassment.
"The Goofy" She replies anyhow.
He nods, "Daniyal" He introduces himself, "See you around" Saying this he follows the chaotic duo.
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The dusk was calm, the wind whipping through his hair, the sun setting behind into the supernova of lilac purple and hazy oranges leaving the pale blue to hover over the other half of the world. The smell of freshly baked peanut butter cookies mixed with the aroma of hot tea dances around him through the lawn.
Daniyal was seated on the beige brown wooden patio chair with the eatables kept before him on the table of the same set. After the formality of denying anything to eat he finally gives up like we all do, and now was holding a biscuit in his right hand.
"How is Maria?" Mrs. Faiza asks him about her cousin, Daniyal's mother.
"She's doing better," He says with pursed lips. Because she was actually doing better than she was all those years ago, the past suddenly flashes through his eyes when he pulls his attention back to the present. "Thanks to you all" He expresses his gratitude with glimmering eyes.
